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ADDITIONAL  HYMNS 

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1STEW   YORK: 

NEW  YORK  BIBLE  AND  COMMON  PRAYER  BOOK  SOCIETY, 

DEPOSITORY,  No.  5  AND  13  COOPER  UNION, 

FOURTH    AVENUE, 

M  DCCC  LXVI. 


"Tliese  Hymns,  by  direction  of  the  House  of  JBisJi- 
ops,  are  published  under  the  supervision  of  the  Joint 
Committee  to  whom  the  subject  of  the  Hymnody  of  the 
Church  had  been  referred  at  the  preceding  Convention, 

For  the  Committee, 

GEORGE   BURGESS, 

M.  A.  DE  WOLFE  HOWE, 

FRANCIS  WHARTON." 

Dbcember,  1865. 


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ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 


REDEMPTION. 

Hymn  213.  EL  4 

"DLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow; 
-^  The  gladly-solemn  sound ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made : 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad; 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  by  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


4  REDEMPTION. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 
Receive  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

6  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Hymn  214.  C.  M. 

HPHERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
-*-   Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins; 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  Thq,  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  .his  day; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 


THE    CHURCH.  5 

3  Dear,  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save; 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


THE    CHURCH. 

Hymn  215.  III.  3. 

n  LORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

^      Zion,  city  of  our  God: 

He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode; 
On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 
Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 
And  all  fear  of  want  remove; 
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THE   CHURCH. 

Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 
Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage? 

Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  Giver, 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Washed  in  the  Redeemer's  blood! 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God. 

Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I  through  grace  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  Thy  name: 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure, 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

Hymn  216.  CM. 

pOME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
^     That  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joys  celestial  rise : 

Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing, 

With  those  to  glory  gone: 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 

In  earth  and  heaven,  are  one. 


THE    CHURCH.  7 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him; 

One  church  above,  beneath; 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, — 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow; 
Part  of  His  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home, 

This  solemn  moment  fly; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  we  expect  to  die. 

6  Then,  Lord  of  Hosts,  be  Thou  our  Guide, 

And  we,  at  Thy  command, 
Through  waves  that  part  on  either  side, 
Shall  reach  Thy  blessed  land. 


Hymn  217.  C.  M. 

THHE  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war, 
-*•      A  kingly  crown  to  gain; 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar: 
Who  follows  in  His  train? 

2  Who  best  can  drink  His  cup  of  woe, 
And  triumph  over  pain, 
Who  patient  bear  His  cross  below, 
He  follows  in  His  train. 


8  THE    CHURCH. 

3  The  martyr  first,  whose  eagle  eye 

Could  pierce  beyond  the  grave, 
Who  saw  his  Master  in  the  sky, 
And  called  on  Him  to  save. 

4  Like  Him,  with  pardon  on  his  tongue, 

In  midst  of  mortal  pain, 
He  prayed  for  them  that  did  the  wrong : 
Who  follows  in  His  train? 

5  A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few, 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came: 
Twelve  valiant  saints,  their  hope  they  knew, 
And  mocked  the  cross  and  flame. 

6  They  met  the  tyrant's  brandished  steel, 

The  lion's  gory  mane; 
They  bowed  their  necks  the  death  to  feel; 
Who  follows  in  their  train? 

7  A  noble  army,  men  and  boys, 

The  matron  and  the  maid, 
Around  the  Saviour's  throne  rejoice, 
In  robes  of  light  arrayed. 

8  They  climbed  the  dizzy  steep  of  heaven, 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain; 
Oh  God!  to  us  may  grace  be  given 
To  follow  in  their  train! 


ADVENT. 


ADVENT. 
Hymn  218.  HI.  3. 

TTARK!  a  thrilling  voice  is  sounding; 
-*--*-  "Christ  is  nigh!"  it  seems  to  say, 
"Cast  away  the  works  of  darkness, 
O  ye  children  of  the  day!" 

2  Wakened  by  the  solemn  warning, 

Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise; 
Christ,  our  Sun,  all  sloth  dispelling, 
Rises  in  the  morning  skies. 

3  Lo!  the  Lamb,  so  long  expected, 

Comes  with  pardon  down  from  heaven: 
Let  us  haste,  in  godly  sorrow, 

Through  His  blood  to  be  forgiven. 

4  So  when  next  He  comes  with  glory, 

Wrapping  all  the  earth  in  fear, 
May  we  by  His  love  be  shielded! 
May  He  to  forgive  draw  near! 


Hymn  219.  III.  3. 

OEE,  He  comes!  whom  every  nation, 
^     Taught  of  God,  desired  to  see, 
Filled  with  hope  and  expectation 
That  He  would  their  Saviour  be. 


10  ADVENT. 

Sing!  oh  sing,  with  exultation! 

Haste  we  to  our  Father's  home! 
Peace,  redemption,  joy,  salvation, 

Now  from  heaven  to  earth  are  come! 

2  See,  He  comes!  whom  kings  and  sages, 

Prophets,  patriarchs  of  old, 
Distant  climes,  and  countless  ages, 

Waited  eager  to  behold. 
Sing!  oh  sing  with  exultation! 

Haste  we  to  our  Father's  home! 
Peace,  redemption,  joy,  salvation, 

Now  from  heaven  to  earth  are  cornel 

3  See!  the  Lamb  of  God  appearing!    - 

God  of  God,  from  heaven  above! 
See  the  heavenly  Bridegroom  cheering 

His  own  Bride  with  words  of  love! 
Glory  to  the  Eternal  Father, 

Glory  to  the  Incarnate  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Holy  Spirit, 

Glory  to  the  Three  in  One! 

Hymn  220.  G.  M. 

\TOW  gird  your  patient  loins  again, 
^      Your  wasting  torches  trim! 
The  chief  of  all  the  sons  of  men, 
Who  will  not  welcome  Him? 

2  Rejoice,  the  hour  is  near!     At  length 
The  Journey er,  on  His  way, 
Comes  in  the  greatness  of  His  strength, 
To  keep  His  festal  day. 


ADVENT.  11 

3  Oh  let  the  streams  of  solemn  thought 

Which  in  His  temples  rise, 
From  deeper  sources  spring,  than  aught 
Born  of  the  changing  skies. 

4  Then,  though  the  summer's  pride  departs, 

And  winter's  withering  chill 
Rests  on  the  cheerless  woods,  our  hearts 
Shall  be  unchanging  still. 

Hymn  221.  C.  M. 

rjjST CE  more,  O  Lord,  Thy  sign  shall  be 
^     Upon  the  heavens  displayed, 
And  earth  and  its  inhabitants 

Be  terribly  afraid: 
For,  not  in  weakness  clad,  Thou  com'st, 

Our  woes,  our  sins  to  bear, 
But  girt  with  all  Thy  Father's  might, 

His  judgment  to  declare. 

2  The  terrors  of  that  awful  day, 

Oh!  who  can  understand? 
Or  who  abide,  when  Thou  in  wrath 

Shalt  lift  Thy  holy  hand? 
The  earth  shall  quake,  the  sea  shall  roar, 

The  sun  in  heaven  grow  pale; 
But  Thou  hast  sworn,  and  wilt  not  change, 
.  Thy  faithful  shall  not  fail. 

3  Then  grant  us,  Saviour,  so  to  pass 

Our  time  in  trembling  here, 
That  when  upon  the  clouds  of  heaven 
Thy  glory  shall  appear, 


12  ADVENT. 

Uplifting  high  our  joyful  heads, 
In  triumph  we  may  rise, 

And  enter,  with  Thine  angel  train, 
Thy  palace  in  the  skies. 


Hymn  222.  L.  M 

TXOSANNA  to  the  living  Lord! 
-*-*-     Hosanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven,  hosanna  sing. 

2  Hosanna,  Lord!  Thine  angels  cry; 
Hosanna,  Lord!  Thy  saints  reply: 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 

The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 

3  O  Saviour!  with  protecting  care, 
Return  to  this,  Thy  house  of  prayer: 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  name, 
Here  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim. 

4  But  chiefest  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal!  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest; 
And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 

A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee. 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock,  redeemed  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 


CHRISTMAS.  13 


CHRISTMAS. 

Hymn  223.  HI.  3. 

TTARK!  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
■*-■*-     Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies? 
Lo!  th'  angelic  host  rejoices; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Cherubs  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Joyous  seraphim  reply, 
"Glory  in  the  highest,  glory! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 

3  Peace  on  earth,  good- will  from  Heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found; 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven ! 
Loud  our  grateful  harps  shall  sound. 

4  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed; 

Heaven  and  earth  His  praises  sing! 
Oh  receive  whom  God  appointed, 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King! 

5  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him ; 

Learn  His  name  to  magnify, 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  Him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high!" 
2 


14  NEW   YEAR. 


NEW    YEAR. 


Hymn  224.  III.  1. 

TX7HTLE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

'^     Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here: 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below: 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise ; 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view: 
Bless  Thy  word  to  young  and  old; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  Thee  above. 


EPIPHANY.  15 

EPIPHANY. 

Hymn  225.  P.  M. 

T3RIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 
-^  morning ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine 
aid! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold    on    His    cradle   the   dew-drops    are 

shining ; 
Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 

stall : 
Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the 

ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 

mine? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gifts  wrould  His  favor  se- 
cure; 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the 
poor. 


16  LENT. 

5  Brightest    and    best    of  the    sons    of  the 
morning ! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine 
aid! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


LENT. 


Hymn  226.  P.  M. 

JESUS,  let  Thy  pitying  eye 
**    Call  back  a  wandering  sheep: 
Prone,  like  Peter,  to  deny, 

Like  Peter,  I  would  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored ; 

On  me  be  all  long-suffering  shown; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  Thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart; 
Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 

A  portion  of  Thy  grief  unknown; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  For  Thine  own  compassion's  sake 

The  gracious  wonder  show; 


LENT.  17 

Cast  my  sins  behind  Thy  back, 
And  wash  me  white  as  snow: 

Let  Thy  pity  help  afford, 

And  while  I  do  myself  bemoan, 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


Hymn  227.  L.  M. 

"A/T" Y  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
-"-■-  I  read  my  duty  in  Thy  word; 
But  in  Thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  Thy  truth  and  such  Thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  Thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  Thy  prayer;. 
The  desert  Thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  Thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  Thou  my  pattern,  make  me  bear 
More  of  Thy  gracious  image  here ; 
Then  God  the  Judge  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

2*  B 


18  PASSION   WEEK. 


PASSION  WEEK. 


Hymn  228.  C.  M. 

A  LAS!   and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 
■£*-  And  did  my  Sovereign  die? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I? 


2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity  !   grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  His  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe: 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


PASSION   WEEK.  19 

Hymn  229.  in.  3. 

HAIL,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus, 
Hail,  Thou  Galilean  King; 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us; 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring! 
Hail,  Thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame; 
By  Thy  merit  find  we  favor; 

Life  is  given  through  Thy  name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  Thee  were  laid ; 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made. 
All  Thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  Thy  blood, 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 

Man  is  reconciled  to  God. 

3  Jesus,  low  we  bow  before  Thee, 

Mediator  glorified  ! 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

Seated  at  Thy  Father's  side; 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading, 

There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  Worship;  honor,  power,  and  blessing 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive; 
Loudest  praises,  never  ceasing, 
Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 


20  GOOD    FRIDAY. 

Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 
Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays ; 

Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 
Help  to  chant  Emmanuel's  praise. 


GOOD   FRIDAY. 

Hymn  230.  III.  2. 

f^O  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

^   Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power, 

Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour; 
Turn  not  from  His  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

FollowT  to  the  judgment  hall ; 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned; 
Oh,  the  wormwood  and  the  gall; 

Oh,  the  pangs  His  soul  sustained ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss ; 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 

Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb ; 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  the  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete; 
"It  is  finished!" — hear  Him  cry; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 


GOOD  FRIDAY.  21 

Hymn  231.  II.  6. 

AH,  sacred  head,  now  wounded  ! 

^  With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down ! 

Oh,  sacred  brow,  surrounded 

With  thorns,  Thy  only  crown  ! 
Oh,  sacred  head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss,  till  now  was  Thine ! 
Yet  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 

2  On  me,  as  Thou  art  dying, 

Oh  turn  Thy  pitying  eye! 
To  Thee  for  mercy  crying, 

Before  Thy  cross  I  lie. 
Thy  grief  and  Thy  compassion 

Were  all  for  sinners'  gain; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain. 

3  What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  praise  Thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this,  Thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end! 
Oh,  make  me  Thine  for  ever, 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never, 

Outlive  my  love  to  Thee. 

4  Be  near  when  I  am  dying; 

Oh,  show  Thy  cross  to  me! 
And  to  my  succor  flying, 
Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free. 


1  GOOD    FRIDAY. 

These  eyes  new  faith  receiving, 
From  Thine  eyes  shall  not  move; 

For  he  who  dies  believing 
Dies  safely  through  Thy  love. 

Hymn  232.  H.  4 

rpHE  atoning  work  is  done, 
-*-   The  Victim's  blood  is  shed, 
And  Jesus  now  is  gone 

His  people's  cause  to  plead; 
He  stands  in  heaven  their  great  High  Priest, 
And  bears  their  names  upon  His  breast. 

He  sprinkles  with  His  blood 

The  mercy-seat  above; 
For  justice  had  withstood 

The  purposes  of  love; 
But  justice  now  withstands  no  more, 
And  mercy  yields  her  boundless  store. 

No  temple  made  with  hands, 

His  place  of  service  is; 
In  heaven  itself  He  stands; 

A  Heavenly  Priesthood  His. 
In  Him  the  shadows  of  the  law 
Are  all  fulfilled,  and  now  withdraw. 

And  though  awhile  He  be 

Hid  from  the  eyes  of  men, 
His  people  look  to  see 

Their  great  High  Priest  again; 
In  brightest  glory  He  will  come, 
And  take  His  waiting  people  home. 


EASTER.  23 

EASTER. 

Hymn  233.  in.  1. 

TESUS  Christ  is  risen  to-day, 

Our  triumphant  holiday; 
Who  did  once  upon  the  cross 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss. 

Hallelujah ! 

2  Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing 
Unto  Christ,  our  heavenly  King; 
Who  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

Hallelujah ! 

3  But  the  pains  which  He  endured 
Our  salvation  have  procured; 
Now  above  the  sky  He's  King, 
Where  the  angels  ever  sing, 

Hallelujah ! 


ASCENSION. 

Hymn  234.  Ill  1. 

TTAIL  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise, 
■"■  Glorious,  to  His  native  skies! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Enters  now  the  highest  heaven. 


24  ASCENSION. 

2  There  for  Him  high  triumph  waits; 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates! 
Conqueror  over  death  and  sin, 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in. 

3  Lo,  the  heaven  its  Lord  receives! 
Yet  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves: 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own. 

4  Still  for  us  He  intercedes, 

His  prevailing  death  He  pleads; 
Near  Himself  prepares  our  place, 
Great  Forerunner  of  our  race. 

5  Lord,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
Far  above  yon  azure  height, 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise 
Following  Thee  beyond  the  skies. 

6  Master  (will  we  ever  say,) 
Taken  from  our  head  to-day, 
See  Thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  Thee. 

Hymn  235.  L.  M. 

TXTHERE    high    the    heavenly    temple 

*  *  stands, 

The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High-Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  guardian  of  mankind  appears. 


WHITSUNDAY.  25 

2  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  to  earth  a  brother's  eye; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 

He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

3  Our  fellow-sufferer  yet  retains, 
A  fellow-feeling  for  our  pains; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  His  agonies,  and  cries. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  sorrows  had  a  part; 
He  sympathizes  in  our  grief, 

And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known, 
And  ask  the  aids  of  heavenly  power, 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 


WHITSUNDAY. 

Hymn  236.  L.  M. 

CREATOR  Spirit!  by  whose  aid 
^  The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid, 
Come,  visit  every  waiting  mind; 
Come,  pour  Thy  joys  on  human  kind. 

Thrice  Holy  Fount,  thrice  Holy  Fire, 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire; 
Come,  and  Thy  sacred  unction  bring 
To  sanctify  us  while  we  sing. 


26  WHITSUNDAY. 

3  O  Source  of  uncreated  light, 
The  Father's  promised  Paraclete! 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  us  temples  worthy  Thee! 

4  Our  frailties  help,  our  vice  control, 
Subdue  the  senses  to  the  soul; 

And  when  rebellious  they  are  grown, 
Then  lay  Thy  hand  and  hold  them  down. 

5  Chase  from  our  minds  th'  infernal  foe, 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love,  bestow; 
And  lest  our  feet  should  step  astray, 
Protect  and  guide  us  in  the  wray. 

6  Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 
And  practice  all  that  we  believe; 
Give  us  Thyself,  that  we  may  see 
The  Father  and  the  Son,  by  Thee. 

Hymn  237.  S.  M. 

T  OED  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
-^     In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 

Descend  in  all  Thy  power; 
We  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 

The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

2  Like  mighty,  rushing  wind 
Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 
One  soul  one  feeling  breathe: 


WHITSUNDAY.  27 

The  young,  the  old  inspire 

AVith  wisdom  from  above; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 

To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

Spirit  of  Light,  explore, 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 

Unto  the  perfect  day: 
Spirit  of  Truth  be  Thou 

In  life  and  death  our  guide; 
O  Spirit  of  Adoption,  now 

May  we  be  sanctified. 

Hymn  238.  C.  M 

CPIRIT  of  Truth!  on  this  Thy  day 
^     To  Thee  for  help  we  cry, 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 

We  ask  not,  Lord,  the  cloven  flame 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone; 
But  long  Thy  praises  to  proclaim, 

With  fervor  in  our  own. 

We  mourn  not  that  prophetic  skill 

Is  found  on  earth  no  more; 
Enough  for  us  to  trace  Thy  will 

In  Scripture's  sacred  lore. 

Though  tongues  shall  cease  and  power  decay, 
And  knowledge  empty  prove, 

Do  Thou  Thy  trembling  servants  stay 
With  faith,  with  hope,  with  love. 


28  TRINITY   SUNDAY. 

TRINITY    SUNDAY.  . 

Hymn  239.  III.  5. 

TTOLY  Father,  great  Creator, 

-*--*-     Source  of  mercy,  love,  and  peace, 

Look  upon  the  Mediator, 

Clothe  us  with  His  righteousness; 
Heavenly  Father, 

Through  the  Saviour,  hear  and  bless. 

2  Holy  Jesus,  Lord  of  Glory, 

Whom  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
While  we  hear  Thy  wondrous  story, 
Meet  and  worship  in  Thy  name, 

Dear  Redeemer, 
In  our  hearts  Thy  peace  proclaim. 

3  Holy  Spirit,  Sanctifier, 

Come  with  unction  from  above, 
Raise  our  hearts  to  raptures  higher, 
Fill  them  with  the  Saviour's  love! 

Source  of  comfort, 
Cheer  us  with  the  Saviour's  love. 

4  God  the  Lord,  through  every  nation 

Let  Thy  wondrous  mercies  shine! 
In  the  song  of  Thy  salvation 
Every  tongue  and  race  combine! 

Great  Jehovah, 
Form  our  hearts  and  make  them  Thine. 


TRINITY    SUNDAY.  29 

Hymn  210.  P.  M. 

T^HOU,  whose  Almighty  word 
-*-      Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight! 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray. 
And  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

Let  there  be  light! 

2  Thou  wTho  didst  come  to  bring 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Light  to  the  spirit-blind, 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind 

Let  there  be  light! 

3  Spirit  of  Truth  and  Love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight! 
Move  on  the  water's  face, 
Spreading  the  beams  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

Let  there  be  light! 

4  Blessed  and  Holy  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Grace,  Love,  and  Light! 
Through  the  world,  far  and  wide, 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 

Let  there  be  light! 

3  * 


30  THANKSGIVING   DAY. 

THANKSGIVING    DAY. 

Hymn  241.  L.  M. 

f^  REAT  God,  as  seasons  disappear, 
^And  changes  mark  the  rolling  year; 
As  time  with  rapid  pinions  flies, 
May  every  season  make  us  wise. 

2  Long  has  Thy  favor  crowned  our  days, 
And  summer  shed  again  its  rays ; 
No  deadly  cloud  our  sky  has  veiled; 
No  blasting  winds  our  path  assailed. 

3  Our  harvest  months  have  o'er  us  rolled, 
And  filled  our  fields  with  waving  gold ; 
Our  tables  spread,  our  garners  stored! 
Where  are  our  hearts  to  praise  the  Lord  ? 

4  The  solemn  harvest  comes  apace, 
The  closing  day  of  life  and  grace; 
Time  of  decision,  awful  hour ! 
Around  it  let  no  tempests  lower ! 

5  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 
Like  stars  in  heaven  to  rise  and  shine ; 
Then  shall  our  happy  souls  above 
Heap  the  full  harvest  of  Thy  love! 


THANKSGIVING   DAY.  31 

Hymn  242.  II.  4. 

"DEFOEE  the  Lord  we  .bow, 
-*-*  The  God  who  reigns  above, 
And  rules  the  world  below, 
Boundless  in  power  and  love. 
Our  thanks  we  bring 
In  joy  and  praise, 
Our  hearts  we  raise 
To  heaven's  high  King. 

2  The  nation  Thou  hast  blest 

May  well  Thy  love  declare, 
From  foes  and  fears  at  rest, 
Protected  by  Thy  care. 
For  this  fair  la^id, 
For  this  bright  day, 
Our  thanks  we  pay — 
Gifts  of  Thy  hand. 

3  May  every  mountain  height, 

Each  vale  and  forest  green, 
Shine  in  Thy  word's  pure  light, 
And  its  rich  fruits  be  seen ! 
May  every  tongue 
Be  tuned  to  praise, 
And  join  to  raise 
A  grateful  song. 

4  Earth !   hear  thy  Maker's  voice, 

The  great  Redeemer  own, 
Believe,  obey,  rejoice, 

And  worship  Him  alone ; 


32  CONFIRMATION. 

Cast  down  thy  pride, 
Thy  sin  deplore, 
And  bow  before 

The  Crucified. 

5  And  when  in  power  He  comes, 
Oh,  may  our  native  land, 
From  all  its  rending  tombs, 
Send  forth  a  glorious  band; 
A  countless  throng 
Ever  to  sing 
To  heaven's  high  King 
Salvation's  song. 


CONFIRMATION. 
Hymn  243. 

MY  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
Saviour  divine! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray : 
Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
Oh,  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  Thine. 

2  May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart; 
My  zeal  inspire; 


CONFIRMATION.  33 

As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh,  may  my  love  to  Thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 
A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  guide; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day; 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

Hymn  2U.  0.  M. 

"A/TY  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day, 
-"^  And  make  it  always  Thine, 
That  I  from  Thee  no  more  may  stray, 
No  more  from  Thee  decline. 

2  Before  the  cross  of  Him  who  died, 

Behold,  I  prostrate  fall ; 

Let  every  sin  be  crucified, 

Let  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

3  Anoint  me  with  Thy  heavenly  grace, 

Adopt  me  for  Thine  own; 
That  I  may  see  Thy  glorious  face, 
And  worship  at  Thy  throne. 

4  May  the  dear  blood  once  shed  for  me 

My  blest  atonement  prove; 
That  I  from  first  to  last  may  be 
The  purchase  of  Thy  love ! 


34  THE  lord's  supper. 

5  Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word, 
To  Thee  be  ever  given; 
Then  life  shall  be  Thy  service,  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven! 


THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 

Hymn  245.  P.  M. 

T3READ  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken, 
■D  Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed, 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead : 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed, 
And  be  Thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  Thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 


SUNDAY    SCHOOLS. 

Hymn  246.  C.  M. 

T)Y  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
^  How  fair  the  lily  grows! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose! 


FUNERALS.  35 

2  Lo,  such  the  child,  whose  early  feet 

The  path  of  peace  have  trod, 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay; 
The  rose,  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power. 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  O  Thou,  who  givest  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  Thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  Thine  own. 


FUNERALS. 

Hymn  247.  P.  M. 

T^HOU  art  gone  to  the  grave!  but  we  will 
-■-      not  deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrow  and  darkness  encompass 
the  tomb ; 
Thy  Saviour  hath  passed  through  its  portals 
before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  His  love  wTas  thy  guide 
through  the  gloom. 


36  FUNERALS. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  we  no  longer 

behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world 

by  thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  were  spread  to 

enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  die,  for  the  Sinless  hath 

died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave!  and,  its  man- 

sion forsaking, 
Perhaps  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  lingered 

long; 
But  the  mild  rays  of  Paradise  dawned  on 

thy  waking, 
And  the  sound  which  thou  heard'st  was 

the  seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  but  we  will 

not  deplore  thee, 

Whose  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guar- 
dian and  Guide : 
He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  He  will 
restore  thee ; 

And  death  hath  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour 
hath  died. 


PRAYER.  6  i 

PRAYER. 

Hymn  248.  III.  1. 

pOME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
^  Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer; 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring; 
For  His  grace  and  power  are  such, 
Kone  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin; 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast; 

There  Thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  ^Yhile  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

6  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 


38  REPENTANCE. 


REPENTANCE. 

Hymn  249.  III.  1. 

TYEPTH  of  mercy !   can  there  be 
^  Mercy  still  reserved  for  me? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare? 

I  have  long  withstood  His  grace; 
Long  provoked  Him  to  His  face; 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls; 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

Kindled  His  relen tings  are; 
Me  He  now  delights  to  spare; 
Now  my  Father's  mercies  move, 
Justice  lingers  into  love. 

Lo !   for  me  the  Saviour  stands ; 
Shows  His  wounds,  and  spreads  His  hands; 
God  is  Love !   I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 


FAITH. 


Hymn  250.  P.  M. 

TUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
^    But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


FAITH.  39 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 

To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
With  fears  within,  and  foes  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind — 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am,  Thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

6  Just  as  I  am,  Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
Now  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


Hymn  251.  C.  M 

"FOREVER  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
-*-    Close  to  Thy  bleeding  side; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
"For  me  the  Saviour  died." 


40  FAITH. 

2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin ! 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  Thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  own ; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art; 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 

My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  Thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 


Hymn  252.  L.  M. 

TESUS,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 
^    My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress; 
Midst  flaming  worlds  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  take  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
"Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue; 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 


LOVE.  41 

Oh  !  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice ; 
Bid,  Lord,  Thy  banished  ones  rejoice; 
Our  beauty  this,  our  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  Righteousness. 


LOVE. 


Hymn  253.  C.  M. 

TESUS !  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
"    With  sweetness  fills  my  breast; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  No  voice  can  sing,  no  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Jesus'  name, 
The  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  Oh,  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

Oh,  joy  of  all  the  meek, 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?     Ah  !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show; 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 
4  * 


42  LOVE. 

5  Jesus!   our  only  joy  be  Thou, 
As  Thou  our  prize  wilt  be; 
Jesus !   be  Thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 


Hymn  254.  C.  M. 

1V/TY  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 
-"-L  I  hope  for  heaven  thereby; 
Nor  yet  because,  if  I  love  not, 
I  must  forever  die. 

2  But,  O  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  cross  embrace ; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear, 
And  manifold  disgrace, 

3  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless, 

And  sweat  of  agony, 
E'en  death  itself;  and  all  for  one 
Who  was  Thine  enemy. 

4  Then  why,  O  blessed  Jesus  Christ! 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well; 
Not  for  the  sake  of  winning  heaven, 
Or  of  escaping  hell; 

5  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught; 

Not  seeking  a  reward ; 
But,  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 
O  ever  loving  Lord ! 


LOYE.  43 

E'en  so  I  love  Thee,  and  will  love, 
And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing; 

Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 


Hymn  255.  0.  M. 

TTOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
-*--*-  In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  for  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Dear  name!  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and*  hiding  place; 
My  never-failing  treasury  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  Thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

5  Jesus !  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 


44  PRAISE. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought; 
But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

7  Till  then,  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


PRAISE. 


Hymn  256.  III.  3. 

T"  ORD,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven ; 
-^  Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Heaven  is  still  with  anthems  ringing; 

Earth  takes  up  the  angel's  cry, 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

"  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Lord  most  High l" 

Ever  thus  in  God's  high  praises, 

Brethren,  let  our  tongues  unite, 
While  our  thoughts  His  greatness  raises, 

And  our  love  His  gifts  excite. 
With  his  seraph  train  before  Him, 

With  His  holy  church  below, 
Thus  unite  wTe  to  adore  Him, 

Bid  we  thus  our  anthems  flow. 


PRAISE.  45 

3  Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven ; 

Earth  is  with  its* fulness  stored; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given. 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 
Thus  Thy  glorious  name  confessing, 

We  adopt  the  angels'  cry, 
"Holy,  holy,  holy" — blessing 

Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  High! 

Hymn  257.  L.  M. 

A  WAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
•£*-  And  sing  Thy  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee; 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate ; 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along; 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood; 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart, 
But  though  I  oft  have  Him  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 


46  PRAISE. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
Oh,  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death! 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 


Hymn  258.  C.  M. 

A  LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
■*-*-  Let  angels  prostrate  fall, 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  the  Altar  call; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Hail  Him,  the  Heir  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David,  Lord  did  call ; 
The  God  incarnate !    Man  divine ! 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall, 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 


PRAISE.  47 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

Hymn  259. 

rPHE  strain  upraise  of  joy  and  praise: 
-*-  Alleluia. 

For  the  glory  of  their  King, 
Shall  the  ransomed  people  sing; 

Alleluia. 
And  the  choirs  that  dwell  on  high 
Shall  re-echo  through  the  sky 

Alleluia. 
They  in  the  rest  of  Paradise  who  dwell, 
The  blessed  ones,  with  joy  the  chorus  swell. 

Alleluia. 

2  The  planets  beaming  on  their  heavenly  way, 
The  shining  constellations,  join  and  say, 

Alleluia. 
Ye  clouds  that  onward  sweep, 
Ye  thunders  echoing  loud  and  deep, 
Ye  winds  on  pinions  light, 
Ye  lightnings  wildly  bright, 
In  sweet  consent  unite 

Your  Alleluia. 


48  PRAISE. 

3  Ye  floods  and  ocean  billows, 

Ye  storms  and  winter  snow, 
Ye  days  of  cloudless  beauty, 

Hoar  frost  and  summer  glow,  . 
Ye  groves  that  wave  in  spring, 
And  glorious  forests,  sing 

Alleluia. 
First  let  the  birds,  with  painted  plumage 

gay,  m 

Exalt  their  great  Creator's  praise,  and  say 

Alleluia. 

4  Then  let  the  beasts  of  earth,  with  varying 

strain, 
Join  in  creation's  hymn  and  cry  again, 

Alleluia. 
Here  let  the  mountains  thunder  forth  sono- 
rous Alleluia. 
Here  let  the  valleys  sing  in  ge&ller  chorus 

Alleluia. 
Thou  jubilant  abyss  of  ocean  cry, 

Alleluia. 
Ye  tracts  of  earth  -and  continents  reply, 

Alleluia. 

5  To  God  who  all  creation  made, 
The  frequent  hymn  be  duly  paid, 

Alleluia. 
This  is  the  strain,  the  eternal   strain,  the 

Lord  Almighty  loves,  Alleluia. 

This  is  the  song,  the  heavenly  song,  that 

Christ  the  King  approves.    Alleluia. 


PEACE.  49 

Therefore  we  sing,  both   heart   and   voice 
awaking,  Alleluia. 

And  children's   voices   echo,  answer  mak- 
ing, Alleluia. 

Now  from  all  men  be  outpoured 

Alleluia  to  the  Lord: 

"With  Alleluia  evermore 

The  Son  and  Spirit  we  adore: 

Praise  be  done  to  the  Three  in  One! 
Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Amen. 


PEACE. 


Hymn  260.  C.  M. 

f\H.  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
^     A  heart  from  sin  set  free! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me; 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone; 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true  and  clean; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within; 

5  D 


50  PEACE. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine, 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine! 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart; 

Come  quickly  from  above; 
Write  Thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 

Hymn  261.  C.  M. 

rPHERE  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray, 
-^     And  pastures  ever  green, 
Where  sultry  sun,  or  stormy  day, 
Or  night  is  never  seen. 

2  Far  up  the  everlasting  hills, 

In  God's  own  light  it  lies; 
His  smile  its  vast  dimension  fills 
With  joy  that  never  dies. 

3  One  narrow  vale,  one  darksome  wave, 

Divides  that  land  from  this; 
I  have  a  Shepherd  pledged  to  save, 
And  bear  me  home  to  bliss. 

4  Soon  at  His  feet  my  soul  will  lie, 

In  life's  last  struggling  breath; 
But  I  shall  only  seem  to  die, 
I  shall  not  taste  of  death. 

5  Far  from  this  guilty  world,  to  be 

Exempt  from  toil  and  strife; 
To  spend  eternity  with  Thee, 
My  Saviour,  this  is  life! 


PEACE.  51 

Hymn  262.  C.  M. 

A  LORD,  my  best  desire  fulfil, 
^     And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  Thy  will, 
And  make  Thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  Thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears? 

3  No,  rather  let  me  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  Thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold,  from  me. 

4  Thy  favour,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way, 

Shall  I  resist  them  both? 
The  poor,  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crushed  before  the  moth! 

6  But  oh !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  Thy  sway! 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  the  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 


52  PEACE. 

Hymn  263.  P.  M. 

IV/TY  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt! 
-^-     Oh,  may  Thy  will  be  mine! 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 

I  would  my  all  resign. 
Through  sorrow  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  Thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

2  My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt! 

If  needy  here  and  poor, 
Give  me  Thy  people's  bread, 

Their  portion  rich  and  sure. 
The  manna  of  Thy  word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon; 
And  if  all  else  should  fail, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done! 

3  My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt! 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear.    ' 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

4  My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt! 

All  shall  be  well  for  me: 

Each  changing  future  scene, 

I  gladly  trust  with  Thee. 


DAILY    DEVOTION.  53 

Straight  to  my  home  above, 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing  in  life  or  death, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done! 


DAILY    DEVOTION. 

Hymn  264.  II.  5. 

A  BIDE  wTith  me !  fast  falls  the  eventide, 
-^-  The  darkness  deepens;  Lord,  with  me 

abide; 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  oh  abide  w^ith  me. 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away; 
Change  and  decay  on  all  around  I  see; 

0  Thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me. 

3  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour; 
What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power  ? 
"Who  like  Thyself,  my  guide  and  stay  can 

be? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  Lord,  abide 

with  me. 

4  I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness. 
Where  is  death's  sting?  where,  grave,  thy 

victory  ? 

1  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 

5  * 


54  PEACE. 

5  Hold  Thou  Thy  cross  before  my  closing 

eyes; 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to 

the  skies; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain 

shadows  flee; 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me. 


Hymn  265.  L.  M. 

T^ORTH  in  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  I  go, 
-*-      My  daily  labor  to  pursue; 
Thee,  only  Thee,  resolved  to  know, 
In  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 

2  Give  me  to  bear  Thy  easy  yoke, 

And  every  moment  watch  and  pray; 
And  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
And  hasten  to  that  glorious  day. 

3  Fain  would  I  still  for  Thee  employ 

Whate'er    Thy    bounteous    grace    hath 
given ; 
Would  run  my  course  with  even  joy, 
And  closely  walk  with  Thee  to  heaven. 


Hymn  266.  C.  M. 

T^AR  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 
-*-      From  strife  and  tumult  far; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 


PEACE.  55 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree; 
And  seem  by  Thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  that  follow  Thee. 

3  There,  if  Thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
Oh  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God! 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays, 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life! 

Sweet  source  of  life  divine, 
And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 
My  Saviour!  Thou  art  mine. 

6  "What  thanks  I  owe  Thee,  and  what  love, 

A  boundless,  endless  store, 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


Hymn  267.  P.  M. 

"^JEAEER,  my  God,  to  Thee! 
-^      Nearer  to  Thee! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 

Nearer  to  Thee! 


56  PEACE. 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 

Weary  and  lone, 
Darkness  comes  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,     * 

Nearer  to  Thee! 

3  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given; 
Angels  to  beckon  me, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee! 

4  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Altars  I'll  raise; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee! 

5  Or,  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee! 


PEACE.  57 

Hymn  268.  L.  M. 

OUN  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
^  It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near; 
Oh,  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes. 

2  "When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eye-lids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought  how  sweet  to  rest 
For  ever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die.    * 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick;  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store ; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take, 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 


58  DEATH. 


DEATH, 


Hymn  269.  L.  M. 

A  SLEEP  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep! 
■^-  From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  oh,  how  sweet, 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 
That  death  has  lost  its  painful  sting. 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  peaceful  rest! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest; 
No  fear,  no  woe  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power." 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be; 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be; 
But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Hymn  270.  8.  M. 

T^OK,  ever  with  the  Lord! 
-*-      Amen,  so  let  it  be : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis  immortality. 


DEATH.  59 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near 
At  times  to  faith's  illumined  eye 
The  golden  gates  appear! 

4  Ah,  then  my  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 

5  Yet  clouds  will  intervene, 

And  all  my  prospect  flies ; 
Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

6  Lord,  bid  the  clouds  depart, 

The  winds  and  waters  cease, 
And  sweetly  o'er  my  gladdened  heart 
Expand  Thy  bow  of  peace. 

Hymn  271.  C.  M. 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home! 
^      Name  ever  dear  to  me! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  Thee! 

2  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stones, 
Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl : 
O  God!  if  I  were  there! 


60  DEATH. 

3  O  my  sweet  home,  Jerusalem! 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 
The  King  that  sitteth  on  Thy  throne 
In  His  felicity! 

4  Thy  gardens,  and  Thy  goodly  walks 

Continually  are  green, 
Where  grow  such  sweet  and  pleasant  flowers 
As  nowhere  else  are  seen. 

5  Eight  through   Thy  streets,  with  pleasing 

sound, 
The  living  waters  flow, 
And  on  the  banks  on  either  side, 
The  trees  of  life  do  grow, 

6  Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripened  fruit ; 

For  evermore  they  spring, 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
To  Thee  their  honours  bring. 

7  Oh,  mother  dear;  Jerusalem, 

When  shall  I  come  to  Thee? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 

Hymn  272.  C.  M. 

f\N  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
^  And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 


JUDGMENT.  61 

2  Oh,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight! 

3  O'er  all  those  wide,  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds,  nor  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  TThen  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest? 
^Yhen  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  His  bosom  rest? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 


JUDGMENT. 

Hymn  273.  P.  M. 

"TjAY  of  wrath  !  that  day  of  mourning ! 
^  See  fulfilled  the  prophet's  wrarning, 
Heaven  and  earth  in  ashes  burning! 
6 


62  JUDGMENT. 

2  Oh,  what  fear  man's  bosom  rendeth, 
When  from  heaven  the  Judge  descendeth, 
On  whose  sentence  all  dependeth ! 

3  Lo !   the  trumpet's  wondrous  swelling 
Peals  through  each  sepulchral  dwelling, 
All  before  the  Throne  compelling. 

4  Death  is  struck,  and  nature  quaking, 
All  creation  is  awaking, 

To  its  Judge  an  answer  making. 

5  Lo,  the  book,  exactly  worded, 
Wherein  all  hath  been  recorded; 
Thence  shall  justice  be  awarded. 

6  When  the  Judge  His  seat  attaineth, 
And  each  hidden  deed  arraigneth, 
Nothing  unavenged  remaineth. 

7  What  shall  I,  frail  man,  be  pleading? 
Who  for  me  be  interceding, 

When  the  just  are  mercy  needing? 

8  King  of  Majesty  tremendous, 
Who  dost  free  salvation  send  us, 
Fount  of  pity !   then  befriend  us ! 

9  Think,  kind  Jesus,  my  salvation 
Cost  Thy  wondrous  Incarnation ; 
Leave  me  not  to  reprobation ! 

10  Faint  and  weary  Thou  hast  sought  me, 
On  the  cross  of  suffering  bought  me; 
Shall  such  grace  in  vain  be  brought  me  ? 


JUDGMENT.  63 

11  Righteous  Judge!   for  sin's  pollution 
Grant  Thy  gift  of  absolution, 

Ere  that  day  of  retribution. 

12  Guilty,  now  I  pour  my  moaning, 
All  my  shame  with  anguish  owning; 
Spare,  O  God,  Thy  suppliant  groaning ! 

13  Thou  the  harlot  gav'st  remission, 
Heard'st  the  dying  thief's  petition ; 
Hopeless  else  were  my  condition. 

14  Worthless  are  my  prayers  and  sighing, 
Yet,  good  Lord,  in  grace  complying, 
Rescue  me  from  fires  undying ! 

15  With  Thy  favored  sheep,  oh,  place  me! 
Xor  among  the  goats  abase  me; 

But  to  Thy  right  hand  upraise  me. 

16  While  the  wicked  are  confounded, 
Doomed  to  flames  of  woe  unbounded, 
Call  me,  with  Thy  saints  surrounded. 

17  Bow  my  heart  in  meek  submission, 
Strewn  with  ashes  of  contrition; 
Help  me  in  my  last  condition. 

18  Day  of  sorrows,  day  of  weeping, 
When  in  dust  no  longer  sleeping, 
Man  awakes  in  Thy  dread  keeping ! 

19  To  the  rest  Thou  didst  prepare  him 
By  Thy  Cross,  O  Christ,  upbear  him; 
Spare,  O  God,  in  mercy  spare  him. 


64  ETERNITY. 

ETERNITY. 

Hymn  274. 

F  ET  me  not,  Thou  King  Eternal, 
-^  Enter  hell's  domain  infernal ! 
Where  is  grieving,  where  is  sadness, 
Where  is  sorrow,  where  is  madness, 
Where  despair  is  ever  sighing, 
Where  the  worm  is  never  dying, 
Where  the  shameless  are  astounded, 
Where  the  guilty  are  confounded, 

2  Me,  may  Zion  welcome,  saved ; 
Tranquil  city,  seat  of  David; 
God  its  builder,  light  immortal ; 
Orient  pearl  each  blazing  portal ; 
Crystal  gold  its  streets ;  the  nation 
Of  the  blest  its  population; 
Living  rock  the  walls  that  bound  it, 
Christ  the  guard  that  dwells  around  it. 

3  With  what  joyous  gratulations 
Throng  Thy  gates  the  festive  nations ! 
What  the  warmth  of  their  embracing! 
What  the  gems  Thy  walls  enchasing! 
Through  that  city's  streets  are  wending, 
Holy  throngs,  their  anthems  blending; 
There  may  I,  with  myriads  glorious, 
Chant  Thy  praise  in  psalms  victorious ! 


ETERNITY.  v  65 

Hymn  275, 

"DRIEF  life  is  here  our  portion, 
-^  Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care ; 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life  is  there. 
Oh,  happy  retribution ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest; 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners, 

A  mansion  with  the  blest. 

And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 

But  then  shall  wrear  the  crown 
Of  full  and  everlasting 

And  passionless  renown. 
The  morning  shall  awaken, 

The  shadows  pass  away, 
And  each  true-hearted  servant 

Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day. 

Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country ! 

The  home  of  God's  elect; 
Oh,  swreet  and  blessed  country, 

That  eager  hearts  expect! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest; 
Who  art  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

Hymn  276. 

JERUSALEM,  the  golden ! 
**    With  milk  and  honey  blest; 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest. 
6«  e 


66  ETERNITY. 

I  know  not,  oh !   I  know  not 
What  joys  await  me  there; 

What  radiancy  of  glory, 
What  bliss  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

All  jubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng. 
There  is  the  throne  of  David, 

And  there,  from  toil  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast. 

3  And  they,  who  with  their  Leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight; 
Forever,  and  forever, 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 
Oh,  land  that  seest  no  sorrow ! 

Oh,  state  that  fear'st  no  strife ! 
Oh,  royal  land  of  flowers ! 

Oh,  realm  and  home  of  life ! 

4  Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country ! 

The  home  of  God's  elect! 
Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

That  eager  hearts  expect! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 


ETERNITY.  67 

Hymn  277. 

"POR  thee,  oh  dear,  dear  country, 
-*-    Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep; 
For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 
The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 

And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

Oh  one,  oh  only  mansion ! 

Oh  Paradise  of  joy ! 
Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy; 
Thou  hast  no  shores,  fair  ocean ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day ! 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away. 

Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect! 
Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

That  eager  hearts  expect! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest; 
"Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 


INDEX. 


HYMN. 

Abide  with  me!  fast  falls  the  eventide, Lyte.  264 

Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed Watts.  228 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name Duncan,  258 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep Mackay.  269 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays Medley.  257 

Before  the  Lord  we  bow Key.  242 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow *..  Wesley.  213 

Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken Keble.  245 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion 275 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning.. .Heber.  225 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill Heber.  246 

Come  let  us  join  our  friends  above Wesley.  216 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare  Newton.  248 

Creator  Spirit!  by  whose  aid Dryden.  236 

Day  of  wrath!  that  day  of  mourning Ancient.  273 

Depth  of  mercy  !  can  there  be Wesley.  249 

Far  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I'd  flee, Cowper.  266 

For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be Wesley.  251 

For  ever  with  the  Lord Montgomery.  270 

For  thee,  oh  dear,  dear  country Ancient.  277 

Forth  in  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  we  go Wesley.  26f\ 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken Newton.  215 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane Montgomery.  230 

Great  God,  as  seasons  disappear Unknown.  241 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise Madan.  234 

Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus, Bakewell.  229 

Hark!  a  thrilling  voice  is  sounding 218 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices Cawood.  223 

Holy  Father,  great  Creator Bp.  Griswold.  239 

Hosanna  to  the  living  God.. Heber.  222 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds Newton.  255 

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70  INDEX. 

HYMN. 

Jerusalem  my  happy  home Unknown.  271 

Jerusalem  the  golden 276 

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day Old  English.  233 

Jesus,  let  Thy  pitying  eye Wesley.  226 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee St.  Bernard.  253 

Jesus  Thy  blood  and  righteousness Zinzendorf.  252 

Just  as  I  am — without  one  plea Elliott.  250 

Let  me  not,  Thou  King  Eternal Ancient.  274 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost Montgomery.  237 

Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven Ancient.  25Q 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord , 227 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee 243 

My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day Unknown.  244 

My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because Xavier.  254 

My  Saviour  as  Thou  wilt Schmolck.  263 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee ..Adams.  267 

Now  gird  your  patieut  loins  again Croswell.  220 

Oh!  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God Wesley.  260 

Oh,  sacred  head,  now  wounded Gerhardt.  231 

0  Lord  my  best  desire  fulfil Cowper.  262 

Once  more,  0  Lord,  Thy  sign  shall  be Bp.  Doane.  221 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand Stennet.  272 

See  He  comes!  whom  every  nation 219 

Spirit  of  Truth  !  on  this  Thy  day Heber.  238 

Sun  of  my  soul !  Thou  Saviour  dear Keble.  268 

The  atoning  work  is  done Unknoicn.  232 

The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war Heber.  217 

The  strain  upraise  of  joy  and  praise 259 

There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray East.  261 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood Cowper.  214 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not 

deplore  thee Heber.  247 

Thou,  whose  Almighty  word  Marriott.  240* 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands Logan.  235 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun „ Newton.  224 


